walk it off

Pietro Maximoff . Quicksilver {Independent roleplay blog in the MCU/616. Beware spoilers. Please read rules before interacting.}

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Hey so I haven't been around much (because I've been on vacation like a baws at the beach) but I'm getting back into the swing of things so LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER and I'll get to it after my show today:3

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Heading to work. I’ll be on later <3

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         It is nothing. You should see the          other. Most is not even mine.

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“That is...impressive, but you are dripping on carpet. Go change.”

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“Lemme just say in my defense that it wasn’t my fault that people are idiots.”

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“I understand your frustration, Ms. Aaronson.” Pietro was all too aware of just how idiotic the human populace could be. “But that does not mean you can throw food back at the guests when they get too close to your enclosure.”

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Okay TIME FOR BED

Like for a starter <3

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There was really only one option available to her at this point. Wanda folded up the report dossier she was holding and flung it at Pietro’s face. So she might have had to cheat a little to get it to its destination. What was the point of having powers if she didn’t use them? And he’d definitely deserved it anyway.

“What is so important that you have to ruin my wall?”

Of course there was also the matter of having to go get the report. Okay, so she didn’t technically have to, but she’d been sitting for so long that getting up seemed like a good idea. With another sigh, she stood and went to retrieve her report off of her brother.

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Pietro could’ve dodged the report, but honestly, where was the fun in that? Huffing out a breath of amusement, he let the report flop onto his head where she’d thrown it, and peered at her between the flapping pages.

“It is my wall too.”

Waiting until she’d pulled herself to her feet and grabbed for her wayward report, Pietro turned his grin, filled with mischief, on high.

“There is whole city out there for us to explore, and you are in here. Reading.”

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Frowning, Wanda looked down at Pietro’s hand in hers. She had grabbed it automatically when one of the doctors had come around for blood tests the minute she’d stepped through the door. Before anyone else had even realized Pietro had followed her in. Wanda wasn’t sure if she’d been aware that he’d been following her, or if she just always expected him to be there. Both maybe. Either way, she felt a great swell of relief that he hadn’t dropped her hand when he found out. Hadn’t pushed her away, hadn’t abandoned her.

“There wasn’t enough. Or it wasn’t the right information. I’m not sure. They’re trying to fix me.”

Inhaling sharply, Wanda turned her gaze back up to her brother’s face again, watching for Pietro’s reaction. Preparing for the worst. He was already angry, already afraid. Not that she could blame him. She was already halfway ready to forget it herself, to tell him to get her out of here.

“I should’ve told you…”

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Fix her.

They were here trying to fix her. Pietro smothered his knee-jerk reaction, to tell her there was nothing wrong with her, there never was. She was his perfect in every way that mattered and nothing would ever change that, no matter how many experiments they were forced to endure. But--he also remembered what it had been like. To feel as every cell in their body was rearranged at the behest of a madman who had tricked them, twisted their anger and their faith to his own designs.

Pietro hated Strucker with every fiber of his being, but he hated himself more, remembering how he’d convinced a reluctant Wanda to agree to the experiments. Pietro had thought they were fighting for freedom, when really they had been the enemy’s newest pawns. He couldn’t fault Wanda wanting to go back to how things were, but he also knew how it felt to be different, to be more and he didn’t harbor the same desire to turn back as she did.

Lifting their clasped hands to his lips, he pressed a comforting kiss to her knuckles as he forced his heartrate to slowdown, not wanting to alarm her any further than she already was.

“You are perfect.”

She was his twin, of course she was perfect.

“But if you wish--if you trust them...then I will be here to help.”

And to keep an eye on the doctors, ready to rush her out at the first sign of foul play. They might’ve gotten trapped by mad scientists once, but that only made them more adept at getting free a second time.

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 inhxmancrystal​ || continued from (x)

The life of an Avenger wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it had its perks, and free baked good from the small bakery down the road from the tower was one of them. The sugar only lasted in his system for a few minutes, if that, but Pietro never got tired of testing out each and every new creation the shop could created. His latest endeavor, Chunky Monkey Croissant, was turning out be an eye-opener, when he walked out and all but slammed into someone.

A scathing retort was on his lips, his croissant taking up residence on the sidewalk, when he took in just exactly who he’d bumped into and felt all of the air rush from his lungs. It’d only been one weekend, thirty-seven hours to be exact, nearly ten years ago, but he had never been able to forget her eyes.

“Crystal...”

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“Not all of us can be a quick little bastard like you.  I know how to make a good escape when I need to.”

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“Through vents?”

Yes, Pietro had heard the stories. 

All of them.

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theblondeonthebus liked for a starter

“That did not go as I planned.” Watching the way the glass shattered on the concrete ten floors blow him had been fun, but he now realized--he should run.

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Wanda glanced up from her mission report she’d been trying to read and affixed her brother her best glare. It probably ruined the effect that she couldn’t actually stay angry at him. No matter how much she wanted to shove that tennis ball down his throat because, damnit, she’d been trying to read this report for two hours and English was already hard enough for her without the racket. The best she could manage was a strange mix of affection and exasperation. She coupled it with the you’re my brother and I have to love but must you be so annoying? sigh that she had perfected over the years.

“I’m trying to read, Pietro.”

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Oh, Pietro recognized that sigh, alright, and it made the smirk tilting across his lips even bigger. Tossing the ball even higher, leaving another little scuff mark against the pristine wall, Pietro shrugged his shoulders as nonchalant as always in the face of his twin’s ire.

“You can read whenever you like.”

He’d finished his training early that day, intending to spend it with his sister, only to come back and find her nose deep in a stack of reports. So, he’d done the only thing he knew he was best at--annoy her into paying attention to him.

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[text] I just need you to understand how important you are to me.

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[ crystal ] have you been drinking?

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“A kiss in exchange for every nice thing you say about me. Deal?”

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“Define ‘nice’.”

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To be fair, if Pietro had learned about Wanda volunteering herself to the scientists for experiments--he would’ve vehemently dragged her away in a heartbeat. They’d both gone through enough pain and torture at the hands of scientists, they didn’t deserve to go through it again, but here she was. He’d had to sneak behind her, followed her to where she’d been slipping away to for the past few days, and he almost wished he hadn’t, because the truth was so much worse than what his imagination could’ve come up with for her secrecy.

But he smiled, and he joked, and he held her hand, all while keeping the bubbling rage and fear pushed down in his chest, one eye constantly watching the doctors and waiting for when they inevitably slipped up.

“Tests. Did they not get everything from Strucker’s lab? Why do they need more tests?”

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“No, then I flee before anyone finds out what happened.”

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“You must get caught often. Cannot imagine you are too fast. Do you find place where there is slow security guard?”

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“I had good intentions, I did it for a reason.”

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“Did you? Did you? Then tell me what that reason is, please. Enlighten me.”

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“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?” (shes-magic-and-myth :D)

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“About...twenty more times. Maybe thirty.” 

Smirk tilting his lips, he tossed the tennis ball he’d found against the opposite wall from where he sat and caught it on the return bounce. As he’d been doing for the majority of the afternoon, and didn’t actually plan on stopping anytime soon.